❝𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH you became Douma's plaything for years until the day he decided to turn you into a demon, so you can stay as his pretty little marionette for...
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Your hand traced the hand weaved patterns of the bracelet, the strings, the color of blood and the halo around the moon that always remind you oddly of Douma's eyes. You were sitting on the bed, the kimono loosely draped on your bare body, your eyes still wandering around the beautiful accessory when the door suddenly opened.
Walking inside was Douma, casually striding up to you, his robe falling off his shoulders as you watched it slide down on the floor. And when your eyes traveled back up to him, you realized he had gotten closer, climbing on the bed, his hands propped on the mattress and your eyes trailed down.
"You're wearing it too," you muttered, staring at the identical bracelet around his wrist.
He lifted his hand, the one with the accessory, and held your face making you look at him.
"Why of course," he said, his grin returning to his lips, elongated canines visible as he squinted. "They come in pairs, after all."
You felt his thumb brushed your lower lip, and you know what's coming next. His long sharp nail had dug on the soft flesh of your lips and blood trickled before Douma leaned in and licked the blood off before closing the gap and sealing your lips with his.
